You'd better watch outYou'd better not cryYou'd better watch out,I'm telling you why:Santa Claus is coming to town, seeping inexorably ever closer through spaces and dimensions unknowable to Man, for this world you imagine as being real is nothing but a thin layer of grease on the surface of the dark, eldritch abyss where Santa dwells. Your human minds are inconsequential compared to his cosmic consciousness, your thoughts and dreams are as tiny, shambling doodles of a child compared to the majesty of the Universe -- which, in itself, is but a tiny spark in the darkness of the true world were Santa dwells. So, sleep while you can, and be good while you can, for Santa knows your deepest thoughts, your darkest desires, and when the stars are right, he shall briefly intersect our world, drowning the just and the unjust alike in a deluge of truth known by most as "madness".